A Throne of Bones (Arts of Dark and Light Book 1)
Vox Day
Language: English
Pages: 854
ISBN: B00I6H0J7S
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
In Selenoth, the race of Man is on the ascendant. The ancient dragons sleep. The ghastly Witchkings are no more; their evil power destroyed by the courage of Men and the fearsome magic of the Elves. The Dwarves have retreated to the kingdoms of the Underdeep, the trolls hide in their mountains, and even the savage orc tribes have learned to dread the iron discipline of Amorr's mighty legions. But after four hundred years of mutual suspicion, the rivalry between two of the Houses Martial that rule the Amorran Senate threatens to turn violent, and unrest sparks rebellion throughout the imperial provinces. In the north, the barbarian reavers who have long plagued the coasts of the White Sea unexpectedly plead for the royal protection of the King of Savondir, as they flee a vicious race of wolf-demons who have invaded their islands. And in the distant east, the war drums echo throughout the mountains as orcs and goblins gather in vast numbers, summoned by their bestial gods.
Epic fantasy at its deepest and most gripping, A THRONE OF BONES is Book I in the ARTS OF DARK AND LIGHT. DRM-free.
tent are dead. The assassin tried to stab me too, but the dagger didn’t get through my armor and I managed to stick him in the side before he ran. Not enough to kill him, though, and he got away.” “Dammit,” the decurion cursed. “But you did well to scratch him. We shouldn’t have much trouble finding him tomorrow unless they sneak him out of the camp tonight. There aren’t many wounded in the infirmary. You said the general’s guards are dead? “It was the primus pilus. I saw the blood on his
heard the man. He confessed.” Trebonius nodded. “Yes, I know.” “You don’t think we should let him go?” The tribune shrugged. “Like you said, the information is more important. No, I was just thinking that the root of dialogue isn’t duo, for ‘two’—it’s dia, for ‘across.’ As in, to speak across.” “Oh, is it? I suppose you must be right.” The big centurion stared at them incredulously. Then he threw back his head and laughed. “Listen to the two of you. Blood and bones, Buteo is going to eat you
exhausted Dalarn or the exuberant Savonders did. Rather than take her father’s advice and order a tub warmed for herself, Fjotra had climbed to the summit of the North Tower in order to keep watch for the returning warriors. She could see the cause for his concern: There was a large mass of what looked to be four or five thousand aalvarg that were potentially in position to interfere with the prince’s line of retreat. But they didn’t appear to be moving toward the fortress, and she relaxed
many times her slave had done that very thing before, as Verapora was only four years older than her and yet Severa knew the young woman had taken at least two lovers, one of whom was not a Severan slave. The guards certainly didn’t seem surprised to see Verapora in the middle of the night, and one of them even offered a wry invitation to Verapora that made Severa blush under her hood. The well-oiled gate opened, and the two girls walked through it without hesitation. Severa felt a moment’s pang
her eye, and she noticed that there seemed to be more guards there now than before. She counted them again quickly and saw that there were now eight of them, all dressed in black to blend in with the shadows, and all armed with crossbows. She turned to Theuderic, knowing he was the only one who might be able to do anything. “My lord mage, who want to kill your prince?” “Kill the Red Prince?” The magicien laughed. “Depending upon the day of the week, nearly any number of people. He can be